|
1
|
"Arcturus" is his other name
|
50
|
14%
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0
|
0%
|
|
2
|
"Faith" is a fine invention
|
116
|
33%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
3
|
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me
|
69
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
4
|
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
|
67
|
19%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
5
|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
|
349
|
100%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
6
|
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me
|
29
|
8%
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0
|
0%
|
|
7
|
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life
|
33
|
9%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
8
|
"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer
|
18
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
9
|
"Nature" is what we see
|
78
|
22%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
10
|
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
|
27
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
11
|
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
|
123
|
35%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
12
|
A Bird Came Down
|
108
|
30%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
13
|
A Book
|
73
|
20%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
14
|
A Burdock—clawed my Gown
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
15
|
A Charm invests a face
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
16
|
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
17
|
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
18
|
A Coffin—is a Small Domain
|
15
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
19
|
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
20
|
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
21
|
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
22
|
A door just opened on a street
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
23
|
A doubt if it be Us
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
24
|
A drop fell on the apple tree
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
25
|
A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
26
|
A feather from the Whippoorwill
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
27
|
A first Mute Coming
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
28
|
A fuzzy fellow, without feet
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
29
|
A happy lip—breaks sudden
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
30
|
A House upon the Height
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
31
|
A Lady red—amid the Hill
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
32
|
A light exists in spring
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
33
|
A little bread—a crust—a crumb
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
34
|
A little road not made man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
35
|
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
36
|
A loss of something ever felt I
|
10
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
37
|
A Man may make a Remark
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
38
|
A Murmur in the Trees—to note
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
39
|
A narrow fellow in the grass
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
40
|
A Night—there lay the Days between
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
41
|
A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
42
|
A precious—mouldering pleasure
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
43
|
A Prison gets to be a friend
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
44
|
A Route of Evanescence
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
45
|
A Secret told
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
46
|
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
47
|
A Shade upon the mind there passes
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
48
|
A shady friend for torrid days
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
49
|
A single Screw of Flesh
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
50
|
A slash of Blue
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
51
|
A Solemn thing within the Soul
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
52
|
A solemn thing—it was—I said
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
53
|
A something in a summer's Day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
54
|
A still—Volcano—Life
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
55
|
A thought went up my mind to-day
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
56
|
A throe upon the features
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
57
|
A Visitor in Marl
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
58
|
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
59
|
A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
60
|
Abraham to Kill Him
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
61
|
Absence disembodies—so does Death
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
62
|
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
63
|
After a hundred years
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
64
|
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
65
|
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
66
|
Ah, Moon—and Star!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
67
|
All but Death, can be Adjusted
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
68
|
All Circumstances are the Frame
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
69
|
Alone, I cannot be
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
70
|
Always Mine!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
71
|
Ambition cannot find him
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
72
|
Ample make this bed.
|
50
|
14%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
73
|
An altered look about the hills
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
74
|
An English Breeze
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
75
|
An Hour is a Sea
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
76
|
An ignorance a Sunset
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
77
|
Angels, in the early morning
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
78
|
Apology for Her
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
79
|
Apparently with no Surprise
|
17
|
4%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
80
|
As by the dead we love to sit
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
81
|
As Frost is best conceived
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
82
|
As if the Sea should part
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
83
|
As imperceptibly as Grief
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
84
|
At last, to be identified!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
85
|
At least—to pray—is left—is left
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
86
|
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
87
|
Banish Air from Air—
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
88
|
Be Mine the Doom—
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
89
|
Beauty—be not caused—It Is
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
90
|
Because I could not stop for Death (712)
|
19
|
5%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
91
|
Bee! I'm expecting you!
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
92
|
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
93
|
Before I got my eye put out
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
94
|
Before the ice is in the pools
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
95
|
Behind Me—dips Eternity
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
96
|
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
97
|
Bereavement in their death to feel
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
98
|
Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
99
|
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
100
|
Bird
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
101
|
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
102
|
Bless God, he went as soldiers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
103
|
Bring me the sunset in a cup
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
104
|
By a flower—By a letter
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
105
|
By Chivalries as tiny
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
106
|
By The Sea
|
6
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
107
|
Chartless
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
108
|
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
109
|
Come Slowly
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
110
|
Come slowly—Eden!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
111
|
Could—I do more—for Thee
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
112
|
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
113
|
Death is a Dialogue between
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
114
|
Death is potential to that Man
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
115
|
Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
116
|
Death sets a thing of signigicant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
117
|
Defrauded I a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
118
|
Delight is as the flight
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
119
|
Denial—is the only fact
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
120
|
Deprived of other Banquet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
121
|
Did Our Best Moment last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
122
|
Did we disobey Him?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
123
|
Do People moulder equally
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
124
|
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
125
|
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
126
|
Dust is the only Secret
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
127
|
Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
128
|
Dying! Dying in the night!
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
129
|
Dying! To be afraid of thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
130
|
Each life converges to some centre
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
131
|
Each Second is the last
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
132
|
Empty my Heart, of Thee
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
133
|
Except to Heaven, she is nought
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
134
|
Expectation—is Contentment
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
135
|
Exultation is the going
|
4
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
136
|
Fame is a bee
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
137
|
Flowers—Well—if anybody
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
138
|
For Death—or rather
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
139
|
For each ecstatic instant
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
140
|
For every Bird a Nest
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
141
|
Forever at His side to walk
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
142
|
Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
143
|
From Blank to Blank
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
144
|
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
145
|
God gave a loaf to every bird,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
146
|
Good Morning—Midnight
|
8
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
147
|
Grief is a Mouse
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
148
|
He found my Being—set it up
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
149
|
Heart! We will forget him!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
150
|
Heaven
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
151
|
Her breast is fit for pearls
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
152
|
Her final summer was it,
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
153
|
Her—"last Poems"
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
154
|
His Bill an Auger is
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
155
|
Home
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
156
|
Hope is the thing with feathers
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
157
|
How far is it to Heaven?
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
158
|
How happy is the little Stone
|
12
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
159
|
I am alive—I guess
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
160
|
I asked no other thing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
161
|
I cannot dance upon my Toes
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
162
|
I can't tell you—but you feel it
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
163
|
I cautious, scanned my little life
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
164
|
I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
165
|
I could die—to know
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
166
|
I could not prove the Years had feet
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
167
|
I Died For Beauty
|
27
|
7%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
168
|
I dwell in Possibility
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
169
|
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
170
|
I felt a cleaving in my mind
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
171
|
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
172
|
I felt my life with both my hands
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
173
|
I gave myself to Him
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
174
|
I had been hungry all the years-
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I had no Cause to be awake
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I had no time to Hate
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I had no time to hate, because
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I had not minded—Walls
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I have a Bird in spring
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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
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I held a Jewel in my fingers
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I hide myself within my flower
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I know a place where summer strives
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I learned—at least—what Home could be
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I like a look of Agony
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I like to see it lap the miles,
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I lost a World - the other day!
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I never felt at Home—Below
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I never lost as much but twice
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I Never Saw a Moor
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I reason, Earth is short
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I robbed the Woods
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I shall know why—when Time is over
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I started Early - Took my Dog
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I stepped from plank to plank
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I tend my flowers for thee
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I took my Power in my Hand
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I tried to think a lonelier Thing
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I went to heaven,--
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
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If I shouldn't be alive
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If I'm lost—now
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If those I loved were lost
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If you were coming in the fall,
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I'm "wife"—I've finished that
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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Impossibility, like Wine
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It always felt to me—a wrong
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It can't be "Summer"!
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It did not surprise me
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It feels a shame to be Alive
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It troubled me as once I was
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It's all I have to bring today
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It's like the light, --
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I've none to tell me to but Thee
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Knows how to forget!
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Life—is what we make of it
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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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Love reckons by itself—alone
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—thou art high
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Love—is anterior to Life
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Love—is that Later Thing than Death
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Love—thou art high
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Low at my problem bending
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Mama never forgets her birds
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Many a phrase has the English language
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Me! Come! My dazzled face
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Much Madness is divinest Sense
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Musicians wrestle everywhere
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My Faith is larger than the Hills
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My friend must be a Bird
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My Worthiness is all my Doubt
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Nature and God—I neither knew
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Nature the gentlest mother is
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
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Never for Society
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New feet within my garden go
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No Prisoner be
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Nobody knows this little Rose
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
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Of Being is a Bird
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Of Bronze—and Blaze
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
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Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
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On this wondrous sea
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One and One—are One
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One Blessing had I than the rest
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One Crucifixion is recorded—only
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
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One Sister have I in our house
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Our journey had advanced;
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Papa above!
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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower
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Purple—is fashionable twice
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Remorse
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She bore it till the simple veins
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She dealt her pretty words like Blades
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She rose to His Requirement
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
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She's happy, with a new Content
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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10
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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Success is Counted Sweetest
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15%
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Such is the Force of Happiness
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Surgeons must be very careful
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Tell All The Truth
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18
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5%
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0
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0%
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276
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That after Horror—that 'twas us
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1
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0
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277
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That Distance was between Us
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2
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0
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0%
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278
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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
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1
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0
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0%
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279
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That I did always love
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4
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1%
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0
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0%
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280
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That is solemn we have ended
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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281
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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282
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The Angle of a Landscape
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1
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0
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0%
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283
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The Battle fought between the Soul
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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284
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The Bee is not afraid of me
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2
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0%
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0
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0%
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285
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The Beggar Lad—dies early
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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286
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The Bible is an antique Volume
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3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
287
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The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
288
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
289
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The Birds reported from the South
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1
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0%
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0
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0%
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290
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The Body grows without
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
291
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
292
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The Brain, within its Groove
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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293
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The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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19
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5%
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0
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0%
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|
294
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The bustle in a house
|
9
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2%
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0
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0%
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295
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The Color of the Grave is Green
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
296
|
The cricket sang,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
297
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The Definition of Beauty is
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
298
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The Dust behind I strove to join
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
299
|
The Flower must not blame the Bee
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
300
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The good Will of a Flower
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
301
|
The heart asks pleasure first
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
302
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The Judge is like the Owl
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
303
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The Lady feeds Her little Bird
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
304
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The last Night that She lived
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
305
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The Luxury to apprehend
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
306
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The Malay—took the Pearl
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
307
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
308
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The Mountains—grow unnoticed
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
309
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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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310
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The only ghost I ever saw
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
311
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The Province of the Saved
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
312
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The Railway Train
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
313
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The rainbow never tells me
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
314
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The show is not the show,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
|
|
315
|
The Skies can't keep their secret!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
316
|
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
|
3
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
317
|
The Soul has Bandaged moments
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
318
|
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
|
17
|
4%
|
0
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0%
|
|
319
|
The Soul unto itself (683)
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
320
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The Soul's distinct connection
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
321
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The Spider holds a Silver Ball
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
322
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The Sunset stopped on Cottages
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
323
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The thought beneath so slight a film
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
324
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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
325
|
The wind begun to rock the grass
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
326
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The wind trapped like a tired man,
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
327
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There came a Day at Summer's full
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
328
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There is a Languor of the Life
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
329
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There is a pain—so utter
|
2
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
330
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There is another sky
|
17
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4%
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0
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0%
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|
331
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There is no frigate like a book
|
7
|
2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
332
|
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
|
13
|
3%
|
0
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0%
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|
333
|
They dropped like flakes
|
3
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
334
|
They Shut Me Up in Prose
|
10
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2%
|
0
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0%
|
|
335
|
This Dust, and its Feature
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
336
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This Merit hath the worst
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
337
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This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
|
12
|
3%
|
0
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0%
|
|
338
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This World is not Conclusion
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
339
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Through the Dark Sod—as Education
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
340
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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
|
1
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0%
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0
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0%
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|
341
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To be alive—is Power
|
2
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0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
342
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To fill a Gap
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
343
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To hear an Oriole sing
|
1
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0%
|
0
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0%
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|
344
|
To make a prairie (1755)
|
5
|
1%
|
0
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0%
|
|
345
|
To wait an Hour—is long
|
2
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
346
|
Train
|
3
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
347
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Triumph—may be of several kinds
|
1
|
0%
|
0
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0%
|
|
348
|
Two butterflies went out at noon
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
349
|
Unable are the Loved to die
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
350
|
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
351
|
Upon Concluded Lives
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
352
|
Victory comes late
|
5
|
1%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
353
|
Wait till the Majesty of Death
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
354
|
Water, is taught by thirst
|
7
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
355
|
We dream—it is good we are dreaming
|
3
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
356
|
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
|
9
|
2%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
357
|
We like march, his shoes are purple,
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
358
|
We lose—because we win
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
359
|
We should not mind so small a flower
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
360
|
We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
361
|
When we stand on the tops of Things
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
362
|
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
|
2
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
363
|
Will there really be a "Morning"?
|
13
|
3%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
364
|
With thee, in the Desert
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
365
|
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
366
|
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
|
367
|
You taught me Waiting with Myself
|
1
|
0%
|
0
|
0%
|
